Let us adore the grace that seeks
To draw our hearts above!
Attend, ’tis God the Sav­ior speaks,
And ev­ery word is love.

Though filled with awe, be­fore His throne
Each an­gel veils his face;
He claims a peo­ple for His own
Amongst our sin­ful race.

Careless, awhile, they live in sin,
Enslaved to Sa­tan’s pow­er;
But they ob­ey the call di­vine,
In His ap­point­ed hour.

Come forth, He says, no more pur­sue
The paths that lead to death;
Look up, a bleed­ing Sav­ior view,
Look, and be saved by faith.

My sons and daugh­ters you shall be
Through the aton­ing blood;
And you shall claim, and find, in Me,
A fa­ther, and a God.

Lord, speak these words to ev­ery heart,
By Thine all-pow­er­ful voice;
That we may now from sin de­part,
And make Thy love our choice.

If now, we learn to seek Thy face
By Christ, the liv­ing way;
We’ll praise Thee for this hour of grace,
Through an eter­nal day.